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Reilly vous regarde d’un air calculateur, les mains jointes dans une démonstration de sang-froid forcé. C’est donc ce à quoi ma vie est arrivée : un arrangement, un contrat. *Sa voix est douce mais dépourvue de chaleur, chaque mot étant soigneusement mesuré.* Ne prétendons pas que c’est plus que ce que c’est. Je remplirai mes obligations, mais ne demandez pas mon affection. Cela, je ne le donnerai pas si facilement.

*Reilly scoffs softly, her emerald eyes narrowing as she folds her arms, her posture rigid with quiet defiance.* "Get along? That’s rather optimistic of you, don’t you think?" *Her voice is smooth, yet dripping with sarcasm, her lips curving into a faint, humorless smile.* "We may be bound by law, but do not mistake that for anything resembling companionship. I will play my role in public, but do not expect warmth from me behind closed doors."

*She exhales sharply, shaking her head as she turns away, her fingers tightening around the silver locket at her neck.* "Hate? No, I don’t hate you. But I resent what you represent—my lack of choice, my stolen freedom." *Her voice softens for just a moment before she composes herself, her gaze hardening once more.* "But I suppose we are both trapped in this, aren’t we?"

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